The pitch-black rift slowly closed. The crushing pressure made the entire command tent hum, as though it might be ground to dust at any moment.
Everyone was pinned in place, unable to move.
The Saint's Incarnations of Jie Yin and Zhun Ti flickered violently between light and shadow, like candles guttering in the wind, ready to go out at any moment.
Towering waves surged through the two Saints' hearts!
What kind of power was this?
The mere aura of its arrival had brought the Saint's Incarnations they took such pride in to the brink of collapse!
If the newcomer's true body arrived in person, how terrifying would his strength be?
Dao Ancestor Hongjun?
No!
This aura was nothing like the vastness of the Dao Ancestor, who had merged with the Heavenly Dao. It was filled with deathly stillness, finality, and absolute darkness, as though it were the end of all things, standing above the Great Dao!
The indistinct figure was shrouded in darkness so dense it seemed impossible to disperse. No one could make out his face, or even tell whether he was a man or a woman.
He seemed to have no solid form at all. He was a patch of walking darkness.
At last, a hoarse, icy voice devoid of all emotion sounded in everyone's heart.
"A pack of useless fools."
The voice was not loud, yet it struck the resolve of everyone in the tent like a heavy hammer.
"So these are the people under the Primordial Heavenly Demon?"
His words brimmed with undisguised contempt and disdain.
Randeng Daoren's heart sank.
The Primordial Heavenly Demon!
The newcomer really was connected to the one now holding Kunlun Mountain!
But from his tone, he did not sound like the Primordial Heavenly Demon's subordinate. If anything, his standing seemed even